Judge, 1930-01-25 · page 10 of 36
Judge — January 25, 1930 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page from the satirical magazine *Judge* contains three humorous pieces satirizing early 20th-century American life: **"Winter Driving"** mocks the unreliability of early automobiles through dialogue between two men trying to start a car. The joke's punchline—that the speaker suggests building a fire under the vehicle and compares it to stubborn mules—suggests cars are no more reliable than animals. This reflects widespread frustration with early automotive technology. **"Just a Memory"** is a brief joke about Santa Claus abandoning his sleigh for an airplane, lamenting the loss of Christmas magic to modern transportation. **"Helping Hands"** satirizes corporate culture during economic downturns, depicting employees gossiping about a meager bonus. The humor targets office politics, corporate mismanagement, stock market crashes, and rumored executive infidelity—suggesting workers cope with financial disappointment through workplace rumors and dubious investment tips. The golf jokes at bottom are simple wordplay about losing golf balls and losing at the game itself.
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il ii iii al JUDGE Winter Driving n't get goin’, Si?” “Nope.” “Plugs all right?” Sure you tried the switch?” ep.” “Everything hooked up all right?” ». Not even a kick out of one of ‘em?” Nope.” “Build a fire under ‘em, Si. These danged mules are just plain ornery on cold mornings.” —Curr Jounson Just a Memory “Well, at any rate, she’s not going to ask for a new fur coat tonight.” Helping Hands When the Annual Bonus Falls Far Short of the Expected “Well, I suppose we're lucky to get hing at all this year. ‘The busi ness hasn't been so hot—I got this from the cousin of a girl who works in the bookkeeping end.” “We had ten good months and then the market blew up like one of those rubber hens on the sidewalk. We'd have been all set but for that.” “Hell, you'd just have spent it on the first fool thing t ne to mind, anyway. Easy come—you know. I guess we'll live through it.” “Well, maybe you'll get a raise. Though they say that the chances are pretty slim. In fact, I've heard ru- mors of a cut in the office force.” “You know where the bonus went, don’t you? Well—here, come closer— they say the chief's beginning to fecl his oats in his old age, and that he’s going in for a big merger of blondes. Yeah, fact.” “Well, maybe you can make it up on a couple of smart tips on the mar- ket. Now, I know a guy named Dave Skinner, and he’s just like this with a big bunch of bankers, and he told me, on the quiet—oh, all right, all right, I was only kiddin’! —Srtantey Jones Some Golf Courses Nitt—Lost again! Witt—What—your golf ball? “Look out, buddy—they're blasting down there!” Nitt—No—us. comicbooks.com